Elizabeth

Elizabeth Butcher is stunning. Tussling her mid-length blond hair, she rests easily on a stool in the wing of the stage of Clyde High School's theatre. At the tender age of 17, she exudes a timeless grace and glamor of the leading ladies of a time gone by. Her striking stage presence is carried over into her everyday life, as she transcends the small town settings she was born and raised in.
          Her big blue eyes echo the ocean's depths as she speaks eloquently about her hopes and dreams of the future. Growing up in the same small town as Elizabeth, it's as though the fates brought us together. Wide-eyed dreamers, hungry for more that what our local offered us, we both found refuge in our high school's theatre program. Devoutly, in an almost religious fervor, we "walked the boards"; working towards a fabulous end goal; the likes of which still stand to be determined.
          Her struggle to maintain a cultured and polished persona is one that many a starry-eyed youth in any given small town in any part of the world can relate to. This amazingly talented, glorious creature stands at a cross-roads, waiting for a glimmer in the West Texan horizon to lead her to bright lights of an even bigger stage. In a few decades, her name may be whispered in reverence by bright young thing sitting stage-left on the very same stage she now claims as her veritable 'stomping grounds' .
           Elizabeth's name flickering on to the screens on the credits of any given A-list movie and various award show recipients lists is a hope almost tangible, but it is not without hard work and perseverance. An uphill battle lays in wait for the young aspiring actress, but with a Spartan like ferocity and an steeled and proven work-ethic, she stands a good chance of drinking in the limelight and hearing her agent scream over the phone "Baby, you made it!"  
                                        Larla Morales